Stolen Roses - Karen Elson

There once was a time when I was a girl

That darkness hunged in my sky

I was old before I learned to be young

Stone cold till I learn how to cry

And the weeds in the ground have grow up through my skin

It’s taking a lonesome girl’s heart

I will go where the stolen roses grow

To forget that I have fell apart

The thorns on the roses cut through my skin

The vultures flew down and then pecked

What lay on the surface was a tiny crack

And below was a gigantic wreck

So I held my head down and I dealt with the blows

In hope that I’d soon be free to go where the stolen roses grow

To forget I have bad memory

I will go where the stolen roses grow

I will go where the stolen roses grow

And the weeds in the ground have grow up through my skin

It’s taking a lonesome girl’s heart

I will go where the stolen roses grow

To forget that I have fell apart

I will go where the stolen roses grow

I will go where the stolen roses grow

I will go where the stolen roses grow